Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Chad and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Visage. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Newcleus,
Buzzcocks,
the Normal,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Walker Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thee Headcoats,
Cybotron,
Ponytail,
Ronnie Foster,
Yaz,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Enemy,
Stereo Dub,
Sound Behaviour,
Joensuu 1685,
The Searchers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funkadelic,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiohead,
Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Accadde A,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra,
Terry Callier,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker,
Wolf Eyes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Happenings,
Essential Logic,
Y Pants,
Crime,
The Wake,
Flipper,
Qualms,
Robert Hood,
Carl Craig,
Howard Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
F. McDonald,
LL Cool J,
The Cramps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Busters,
The Blues Magoos,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.